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As I walked into the classroom to retrieve something that I had forgoten I stoped in my tracks. It took me a few seconds to regester what I was seeing. On one side of the room there was the group of girls that was always chacing after Kyle and on the other side was a pettie redhead handcuffed to a desk with some creep leaning over her. She was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen with her messy red curls, fair to light skin color and big green eyes that at the moment were full of fear. But could you blame her I mean to cuff some poor girl to a desk just to have some fun was pretty sick even for me. Especially considering what she was wearing which by the way was a cheerleading uniform and trust me that uniform didn't cover didlysquat. And for some odd reason seeing those big green eyes filled with fear made me want to punch the lights out of whoever made her feel such fear. Namely the guy who was now standing in front of me with that fucking smirk on his face.
"Hello Eric," said the guy and I instantaly recognize who it was.
It was Butter. My eyes widen as he continues to give me that fucking smirk. Why the hell was Butters trying to have sex with this poor girl instead of one of the whores that normally follow him was beyond me. Although, I would be kiding myself if I didn't suspect that it had something to do with Kyle. Seeing as how it's always the whores being controled by this prick that always torment the little redhead. Not that I cared, however if it was Kyle handcuffed I probably wouldn't mind since I would get to look at his tear stricken face and that girly voice of his begging him to stop but that was besides the point. Before I could stop myself I had grabbed Butters by the collar and practically throw him out of the room. Once this was done all he could do was stare up at me with confusion written across his face.
"Butters get out," I seethed and gave him my most venimous glare.
After a few second he got up and signaled to his posse of whores it was time to leave. After the last of them were out of the room I turned my attention back to the beautiful redhead. As I moved closer to her she suddenly squealed and tried to back away from my only to knock the desk she was handcuffed to over dragging her with it. Although, she did manage to slip the handcuffs from around the desks leg which considering how frail she look seemed to be an accomplishment. This in turn makes the next thing she did a fucking miracle. After conferming that the handcuffs were no longer bound to the desk she layed on her back and lifted her legs above her head and slowly brought her hand to her butt then to her hip then her thighs and once there she simultaniously bent her knees and lifted her hands over her feet. I just stared at her wondering if she was some sort of prezel. God damn this girl was flexable. However, being flexable and getting the handcuffs off were two different things even if it was hot. Once the redheaded girl was back to an upright position I make a move to help her get the handcuffs off but before I could even move a single step forward the girl had already taken a hairpin out of her glossy red curls and to my surprise within the span of about two seconds she had picked the looks on her handcuffs and procceded to walk to the part of the classroom where Butters' whores had once occupy. And for the first time since I entered I recongnized Stan's girlfriend Wendy who like the redhaired girl a moment ago had her hands cuffed to a desk. The girl whose had said nothing this whole time walked over to Wendy kneeled beside her and with the same speed as before pick the handcuffs off of Wendy's wrist. While Stan's bitchy girlfriend rubbed her wrist the other girl stood up and offer Wendy her hand and with that the mysterious redheaded girl walked out of the classroom without so much as a thank you in return. But I was to stuned to feel any anger towards the girl as I stood there staring at the now closed door not even able to remember why the hell I came in here in the first place.